Maurice Pialat: This isn’t cinéma-vérité. That doesn’t exist. Everything is always reconstituted. The only truth of the cinema is what’s filmed with sincerity; there’s authenticity there.
Nelly, a restless middle-class girl abandons her bourgeois friends and a steady relationship for the unemployed, leather-clad layabout, Loulou.
Which part of French cinema’s heritage do you feel you have the most in common with?
Meditation on faith, holiness and the nature of evil. A paradoxically austere adaptation of the first (wild and feverish) novel by Bernanos, with Depardieu in the role of the ascetic Donissan. Palme d’Or at Cannes, where it met with boos and derision.
A look at the last 60 days of Van Gogh’s life. After leaving the asylum, he settles in the home of Doctor Gachet, an art lover and patron.